Just a mile from the Scotchtown home of Patrick Henry we found this little beauty which quickly became the source of great speculation: We wondered if the leaders of this unique assembly delved deeply into God’s word or just scratched the surface. Were the reports true that the typist for the church bulletin merely hunts and pecks? Was the sermon last Sunday meaningful, or did the pastor lay an egg? Are the members truly yoked one with another? Are the ministers worthy of double honor, or does the congregation just pay them chickenfeed?